White Moonlight on the run in the Republic of China

As the severe winter is approaching, Jiangcheng experienced a catastrophe and is back on the right track.

Ever since he confessed to Yunniang that he had separated from Chu Fengying, and that he might live in the sleeve for a long time in the future, Xiao Se seldom went out of the sleeve.

The Xiuzhao building is different from the outside world——

Here is a world of intertwined cups and cups.

After Yan Chen left that night, Xiao Se never saw him again.

In other words, Yan Chen never came again.

Occasionally, Xiao Se dreamed in the middle of the night that the fate between the two of them had really come to an end this time, and then a sudden desolation appeared in his heart, and he blamed himself in his heart, which was really ridiculous.Later, when she adjusted her mind, she would think again that the current situation was the result she wanted.

It wasn't until Sunrise that Xiuzhao Building bought some fresh meat that Xiao Se heard some news about Yan Shen from the owner of the stall——

Yan Chen was seriously injured.

"Major General Yan, he was injured on a mission to wipe out the cultural relics theft gang. I heard that at that time, the theft gang was already cornered, and they arrested a girl from a butcher's family in the mountains in the chaos, so as to Threatening Major General Yan and others, Major General Yan rescued the little girl, unloaded his gun and knife, and was hacked several times by those people, but Major General Yan still snatched his knife from that person. , rescued the girl, and captured the person who stole the cultural relics." The stall owner said with a feeling of admiration.

Xiao Se paused for a while in cleaning up the meat, and after pursing his lips for a long time, he opened his mouth and said softly:

"Then... Major General Yan is not in danger of his life?"

The stall owner said slowly, "That's not true, I've been in the hospital for a while."

Xiao Se heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded lightly, "That's pretty lucky."

"Yes, our Jiangcheng has been protected by the Yan family several times over the years, especially Major General Yan. Last time the bandits were about to be killed, fortunately Major General Yan returned from abroad and released news that he brought advanced weapons. This is how to suppress those bandits!" The stall owner sighed.

Xiao Se pursed her lips, some complicated emotions flashed in her eyes, and she nodded slightly in agreement.

In early spring and March, the pear blossoms are blooming, and catkins are floating all over the city.

A row of winter jasmine blossoms in the hospital were in full bloom, and they were reflected on the windows, but their shadowy shadows could be seen, flickering and flickering.

Yan Chen turned his head and looked at the winter jasmine with deep relief in his eyes.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

"Enter."

There was another scar on Yan Chen's arm, his complexion improved slightly, and he continued to look at the flowers outside the window without looking back.

"Yan Chen, are you feeling better?"

The person who spoke was a man, but the sound of footsteps was the footsteps of two people——

Yan Chen recognized that the male voice was Ye Zhihan.

"Why are you here? Why don't you take a good rest?"

Yan Chen turned his head and saw Ye Zhihan and Ye Zhirou brothers and sisters walking over, and also saw the figure of the man who was blocked straight behind the door after the room was closed——

That was Ye Zhihan's servant Ah Zhi.

"You were seriously injured, you carried several serious injuries on your body, and you also walked over with that batch of cultural relics. I am in good health, how could I come to meet you with these steps, and I can't walk?"

Ye Zhihan walked to the side of the hospital bed with heavy steps.

Ye Zhirou wanted to support Ye Zhihan, but Ye Zhihan pushed him away lightly.

"That's what I should do. Wherever I am, I can exert some strength." Yan Chen said softly.

"Since ancient times, there have been so many people in high positions. How many heroes are there who can be brave and loyal to the world? Yan Shen, even if you are not in your current position, you will definitely do a lot." Ye Zhi Han sighed.

"Maybe it's done together with Xiao Wen's." Yan Chen shook his head, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

"Is it because people have lived for a long time, and the original memory has been tampered with by time? Yan Chen, no matter how hard it is for me to let go, and even if I want to avenge Xiao Wen, I know that apart from begging fate, his departure, I will I can't blame anyone, it's just that our fate is too short..." Ye Zhihan lowered his eyes, but his body trembled, and he was about to fall.

"elder brother……"

Seeing this, Ye Zhirou hurriedly supported Ye Zhirou, and supported him tightly by the side.

"Zhihan, come and sit here." Yan Chen reached out and patted the side of the bed, looking into Ye Zhihan's eyes, and said gently.

Ye Zhihan leaned forward and sat down, his breathing rising and falling.

"You really don't want to let yourself go, Zhihan, what else can I say?" Yan Chen shook his head and sighed.

"No, Yan Chen, I want to go back." Ye Zhihan looked at Yan Chen and said firmly.

Yan Chen froze, looking back at Ye Zhihan's desolate eyes.

"really?"

"Yes, really."

Ye Zhihan said without hesitation, "After knowing that you were seriously injured, I thought about it day by day, what kind of life would I be living if Xiao Wen was still here now? When I went to the south, I thought I could end all the ties in Jiangcheng, including Xiao Wen. Later, I found it hard to rest every day and sleepless nights, and then I realized that Xiao Wen wanted me to come back. I will come back again, revisit the old place, and see Thinking of things and people, but I found that my illness is getting worse. Where did I get this illness? It’s just Sijun’s stubborn illness. It’s just going on like this, and when I die, it’s nothing more than an end. It's all my life, Yan Chen, I want to go back to the newspaper office, now I can't go to battle to kill the enemy, but I can use my pen as a soldier, maybe... Only in this way, when I am a hundred years old, I can still have a little face, Goodbye to Xiao Wen."

As he spoke, Ye Zhihan's tears fell.